("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Leak - 7 by Nasty Pierre (no address provided) *** Another tender love story. (Ff, ped, nc, v, bd) *** Chapter Seven: The Shaving Laura awoke to find herself face up and strapped to a doctor's examination table. She was fastened to a long narrow sheet of stainless steel, and it was ice-cold. Still naked, she discovered her arms stretched taut, secured somewhere above her head and her long slender legs spread indecently wide. Her wrists were cuffed, her ankles strapped into stirrups and she was secured tight, rendered unable to move in more than a tiny wiggle. Her jaw ached because her mouth was filled with a hard rubber ball, fastened in place with wide leather straps that buckled behind her head. With head a little clearer now, Laura considered her shameful position, but could find no words to describe this new situation. Her mind went blank, lost to an emotional state beyond her comprehension, even as she lay bare before it. Her consciousness nonetheless attempted to make sense of the unseemly situation. Her behind was yet afire, but she could not bring herself to believe she'd received such a bitter spanking. She found herself worrying about the severity of the birch rod, paddle and the need to avoid them at all cost. Suddenly, Thelma's depraved face appeared from out of nowhere, grinning down on her like an evil professor might on an experiment. Thelma brought her repulsive face close to Laura's, so she could study the poor girl's expressions of despair and horror. Those were the small things in life that made it worth living, and she planned receiving many such experiences from this young nymph. With a desire to bring the child even more worry, she began explaining to her what it was she was about to do. "Ah, you're awake, my little niece." She stopped speaking long enough to plant a wet kiss on one of Laura's cheeks. "You're probably wondering why I have you secured to this table, aren't ya," Thelma asked, her voice rising as her question continued. Laura couldn't help shaking her head up and down as best she could, until she was forced to turn it aside to evade her aunt's foul breath. "Well, my bosomy little treat, you are about to embark on a great metamorphosis, a momentous transformation if you will." Thelma raised one arm in the air and waved it about for a second. "And we will begin your transformation by training you in one of several virtues." Thelma did all she could to keep from laughing as she continued jabbering in a serious tone. Laura looked up at the woman in a wide-eyed bewilderment. She was growing accustomed to the bizarre treatment, though she yet continued hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Bubbles were forming in each corner of her outrageously stretched mouth, making her sound like a tire leaking air from under spit. Thelma smirked, smiled happily and continued as if philosophizing. "Little princess, your observance of the first rectitude will naturally take you to the point of suffering, but don't let that concern you. As a woman, you must learn to suffer for others, and especially for me. Even Mother Nature suffers under the savagery of humans. Should your existence be any different? You, Mother Nature's greatest gift to humankind? Ha! Though, in your case, the single most important virtue is humility." Thelma grabbed a fistful of Laura's hair, a big fistful, and then she pulled until the teen's tear swollen eyes flooded, and the pain was evident throughout her poor body. She held Laura's head steady and began spitting in her face. Not a lot, just a few thick hockers that splattered when they hit and started running to the table in a multitude of thin tributaries. Thelma released the hair and Laura's sopping wet head dropped to the table. "In order for a fifteen year old girl of your upbringing to benefit from my life experiences, it is necessary that you understand what you are. Therefore, I of course gave it much thought," Thelma stated seriously. She looked at Laura as if to ask, 'hey, could you have expected any less of me?' Laura's mind was following the many streams of both warm and chilly saliva down the sides of her head to the table. They could have just as well been rivulets of hot, scalding oil. She almost felt as if she understood what Thelma meant, though she didn't know what it was she understood, as the succubus went on. "So I finally decided to begin your lessons, by shaving every hair from your body." Thelma finished and then gave her words time to sink in. She watched Laura's expressions turn from painful bliss, to utter agony, and then to terror. "Miss Paines, I will help you begin your transfiguration with the aid of this beautiful pair of scissors." Laura recognized her mother's favorite shears in Thelma's hand, the old hag snipping away at the air in a sign language Laura quickly grasped. Then Thelma brought her face close to Laura's once again. "I will follow that with a straight razor shaving, then a waxing, tweezing and finally a brisk rub down." Thelma finished with a smirk that smothered a laugh she almost released. The total realization of Thelma's words gradually hit home and Laura began shaking her head violently, twisting her head and body. 'NO,' 'NO,' 'NO!' she attempted screaming through the corners of her spit-clogged mouth. To Thelma, Laura was little more than a fine catch, a fish waiting the filleting knife. Actually, Laura was more like a graceful butterfly, pinned to the board of a sadistic collector, fluttering uselessly against her restraints. Oh, she struggled valiantly, as only a butterfly could, in millions of failed attempts at flight. She kept arching her back and yanking on her restraints, while strained taut, looking up for her savior. Thelma sighed at the sight and a childlike giggle of intense happiness charged through her body. She shivered from head to toe and reached for her little niece's big tits. The old woman took her time, allowing her hands to roam over Laura's breasts with great deliberation. She reveled in their smooth unblemished texture, their thickness and resiliency. She squeezed and tested the great mounds of warm flesh, now all goose pimpled and taut. She was amazed by their shear prominence, even while the girl was on her back. Thelma considered the lovely mounds ripe and ready to function as a magnificent pair of udders. They were crowned with a fine pair of nipples that were long and rubbery, and just the right shade of pink, they were sure to please her finicky sons and win for her many accolades before she passed on. Thelma took one of the nipples between a thumb and forefinger. With a firm grip on the tender nub, she began pinching and twisting it. With all her might Thelma commenced testing the teen's pain threshold, which was so very small, it only served to excite the old woman further. Laura's eyes bulged with overtures and she began thrashing about, and crying. Bubbling, sputtering and splattering, that is. Tightening her hold on the tip, Thelma used it to lift Laura's thin torso from the table. She held the arched body up while it wiggled in anguish. Then she pulled further, until Laura's movements were stilled. "Now, Miss Paines, you are to lie perfectly still during this entire procedure and if you do, I shall consider, consider mind you, allowing you to retain your eyelashes." Thelma's look told Laura she was serious and the thought of having her eyelashes removed made poor Laura begin trembling even more, and that wasn't easy in her present position. Laura was stunned, to say the least. Every time she thought Thelma had done her worst, the woman came up with something more degrading. Before Laura had time to adapt, Thelma was forcing her on. Laura was pleading frantically from behind the ball gag, while her tears and saliva formed pools on the cold table below her. Thelma finally released Laura's nipple, allowing the girl to drop, and turned to busy herself at a nearby table. Laura strained to see the damage done to one of her breast. She took in the smell of the hot wax permeating the room, and sniffled to her pains. From the very corner of her eye, Laura could see Thelma stirring her caldron, like an old witch preparing her brew. She froze to the turning of Thelma's head, the woman's eyes alive with an eerie glow, her face smeared with an alien grin. "Ready," the old biddy asked with a cackle. For over two hours Laura cried as she had never cried before, screaming and begging in long gasps that erupted as frothy, burbling saliva from behind her rubber gag. Her eyes bulged and every sinew in her body was about to snap under the strain. Thelma had begun slowly, first brushing Laura's long shimmering blond hair into two individual ponytails. She tied each one off with white hemp string. Then, with the help of those beautiful scissors, she cut each ponytail off, as close to Laura's head as possible. Triumphantly, she held each blond mane in the air before Laura's eyes, allowing the strands to dangle in the girl's face. Then she turned to dip the tied end into the hot wax, gluing the hairs together. "Ahhhhhh, perfect," mused Thelma, while once again turning to Laura with the severed ponytails in hand. She looked down on the distressed teenager in amusement. "For me," Thelma said, indicating one of the manes. "A fine conversation piece I shall carry with me always, a constant reminder to us of your position and present status in life. The other you must earn and you will in fact earn it. Soon it will be given back to you and you shall wear it proudly, as a symbol between us, the world and god." Thelma then picked up the scissors again and finished hacking off what was left of Laura's hair. Content, she moved to between Laura's legs and snipped away the girl's pubic hairs, collecting the fine bushy curls in a plastic sandwich bag with a zip-lock seal. She next lathered those areas and shaved them clean. As poor Laura flopped around on the cold steel table like a wet seal being skinned alive, her entire frail form glistening with sweat, Thelma applied the hot wax with a thick brush. She coated the teenager's body from head to toe, working the hot substance into every nook and cranny. She enjoyed her niece's pitiful expressions of pain and the way the child strained against her binds. Thelma especially enjoyed slathering the hot emulsion onto the girl's love seat, between Laura's widely stretched thighs. She could actually feel the agony Laura endured, struggling to snap her legs shut, in futile attempts to evade the brush. The wicked grande dame was in heaven. She tingled with exhilaration. She almost orgasmed, watching her charge's voluptuous body jerk and jump uselessly. Laura danced, as her aunt used fingers and tweezers to peel away the cooling wax in rude yanks. The woman took care to prolong every painful moment, slowly yanking out every hair by its root. Thelma was happy to find she needed to re-wax Laura's eyebrows, armpits and the deep groove of her buttocks. Once satisfied with her work, which didn't come easy to this perfectionist, Thelma rubbed the exhausted child's sore body down vigorously. She used a stiff burlap bag and was purposely rough when scouring, in order to snag any bits of wax she may have missed. For the next hour, with the aid of a rather large magnifying glass, Thelma ran her eyes and coarse hands over Laura's body. She searched for any hairs she may yet have missed and tweezed the little buggers as she discovered them. She then poured an astringent solution into her hands and worked it into the girl's body. The sting penetrated Laura's pores, causing her to scream with a renewed vigor. Finally, Thelma picked up a bucket of iced water and emptied it onto Laura's body, dousing the girl entirely. Laura would have shot off the table and flown away if not secured down. In reality, she was reduced to straining uselessly. Her body exploded in every direction at once and her mind expanded to infinity, yet she was caught in suspension. Laura had not yet returned to her body when Thelma turned off the light in the windowless prison. She left the bewildered frightened girl alone in the dark, and was careful to lock the door behind her. Laura laid on her back, in pain and unable to move. The events of the day were ravaging her mind and chasing her about in a relentless pursuit. They ripped and tore through her mental faculties, like hungry lions through victims at the coliseum in Rome. She took a moment and wondered why Thelma had bothered to lock the door when she couldn't escape if she wanted to. Soon loneliness filled her with ever more grief, until it was beyond the unbearable. She was scared, scarred and sore, ever so slowly catching her breath and senses. At least she thought so. She tried once again to make herself believe it was all just a dream, a terrible nightmare from which she would soon awaken. She would find herself safe and sound, nestled in the comforts of her own bed, hugging her favorite teddy bear. But she couldn't move, couldn't even hug herself. The pains in her wrists, her aching jaw, the tingling sensations left by the rough burlap bag and the unbearable shame she bore; her virgin body bared, legs spread indecently wide, pinned open like the legs of a poor frog in a biology class, sacrificed for the sake of science and another's pleasure, was simply 'too real,' and the experience overwhelmed her. She broke down into tears again, as if she'd ever stopped. It was the soft sounds of her whimpering, echoing round the dark room like a sweet lullaby, that sang her to sleep, easing her into dreams of pleasures most painful. *** -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82